I was the last hope for the faeries. Yes, I’d found my love, my true love, in Doran, King of the Court of Shadows and Leader of the Wild Hunt. But he wanted to deprive me of my freedom, my right to control my own destiny. Even the fact that we’d been coupled by the tree, that I was no longer his captive, meant nothing. I was still “his” in his eyes, even if he loved me.